Sherlock grabbed one of the ninja stars and then Howard's arm - cutting through the excess fabric dangling from the oversized sleeves and used the sharp edge of the star to cut it into a long strip.

"Karis happened," Sherlock said, his tone dark. "I lost sight of John but we were meant to meet back near the cornucopia. Once we stop this bleeding we'll get you there and he can deal with it," He said, his tone rapid-fire and non-nonsense as he tore the bandage in half, making the strip longer, before he started to wrap it around Howard's head. He didn't brook any nonsense - any time Howard tried to move away he just pulled him back again. He wasn't a doctor. That much was very clear.

"You grabbed a bag and the Karis took you out. Straight to the skull. Bleeding. Whether or not there is internal bleeding should become clear soon enough." The tone was dry.